A winters day, in a deep and dark DecemberI am alone, gazing from my window into the streets belowOn a freshly fallen, silent shroud of snowI am a rock, I am an islandDon't talk of love, well I've heard the word beforeIt is sleeping in my memoryI won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have diedIf I never loved I never would have criedI am a rock, I am an islandI have my books and my poetry to protect meI am shielded in my armorDeep within my room, safe within my wombI touch no one and no one touches meI am a rock, I am an island